I’m down 33 pounds and holding. Just barely.
Folks are starting to notice, which is nice, and I really should buy new clothes. But I have no time right now to shop. Plus, I really don’t want to reward myself just yet. I’m not being good enough right now.
Dinners with friends, Thanksgiving and Christmas have given me excuses to slack off just enough to maintain, but not lose significantly more weight for over a month now. And the cold weather has stopped the long weekend bike rides that were giving me the exercise I needed.
Although I dropped below the snore threshold about 20 pounds ago, I cleary have not yet passed the point where reflux and hiatal hernia symptoms disappear. Smaller meal sizes on my food delivery program have helped my symptoms somewhat, but they remain bad enough that I finally went for an endoscopy and upper abdominal songram last week. Despite the fact that all was okay, I’m annoyed at myself. Because if I had just stayed a little more true to the diet and exercise plan, I might have dropped below the reflux point by now and saved myself and the US healthcare system an expensive medical procedure. Now I am determined to get a move on with this weight loss.
The encouraging news in this regard is that we’re heading off to London for a week (the girls can’t wait!), and if my tradition of always losing weight on vacation holds, I expect to a few pounds thinner when I return. Just in time to start off the New Year with another push downward on the scale.
Expect upcoming posts from across the Pond.